Student Samples: Elementary
 8:00 p.m.
by Brendan, fourth grade poet
on a dark night
3-2 count, bases loaded
2 outs and everybody depending on me
to hit a home run
score is 10-7, the pitcher throws it
my heart is pounding
bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum
Smack! It has a chance of going over
I am running first as hard as I can
Boom! It hit the fence
I am going to second
I am going home
bum-bum, bum-bum, bum-bum
I made it home!
 lightning in the night
by Amelia, fourth grade poet
dry moist air in the dark clouds
New York City paused in silence
buildings are lit up
like Christmas trees
when fiery light pops in the world
crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle
Burning light finds its way
to the tallest building
speeding faster than light
and with a blink of an eye
the empire goes to the ground
up in flames
crash, crash, crash, crash
 Anticipation
by Michael, fourth grade poet
walking
up to the plate
my mom smiling at me
the fresh smell of dirt
the sound of cheering
thump, thump, thump, thump
the grip of the bat
swaying back and forth
over my head
the taste of bubblegum
the pitch is thrown
clang the ball goes soaring
clang, clang, clang, clang
 Awkward
by Naomi, sixth grade poet
Awkward
The awkwardness gets bigger
As I try to think of something to say.
Our footsteps go farther
As we walk down that long hallway together.
But all that comes is footsteps, one after the other,
Step step step step one after the other.
Thinking
Thinking of something to say.
Why can't he say anything either
As we still walk down that long hallway?
God, though its only been one minute
Its feels as if its been hours.
And the footsteps go on
Step step step step one after the other.
Wer'e almost there.
Almost.
Student Samples: Middle School
 Princess
by Nicole, seventh grade poet
Boredom
Bothered with agony
While starlings dance under the fully lit room
And I’m waiting in a midnight pose
And the trees whistle
Swish, swish, swish, swish
Wondering
How long I’ve waited
And I’m dreaming of his face
And I’m sighing for all of the wasted time
And the frogs sing
Croak, croak, croak, croak
I can save myself.
 11:15
by Jordan, seventh grade poet
11:15 on a Friday night
And the wind pounds
On the window pane
And I’m pacing ‘round the living room
And the wind howls
Owoo, owoo, owoo, owoo
Waiting
For the email she’ll send
I’m thinking about what she’s do-in
And I’m whining for yesterday
And the wind howls
Owooo, owoo, owoo, owoo
Every night it’s the same.
(Click here to view and print Nicole and Jordan's one-minute-in-time poems.)
 Smoldering Fire
by Luke, eighth grade poet
Anger
Red anger penetrates my mind
I say I want to resolve these problems
Paradoxically, I never really try
This smoldering fire burns persistently
This taste is too bitter for the tongue
This smoldering fire enrages
My fist pounds the table
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Anguish
There must be intense fog between us
Because you never see my side
Feeling like a bridge
Everyone walks all over me
Just to get over me
This all leaves me downcast
Now so diminutive and frail
This smoldering fire enrages
My fist pounds the table
Bang, bang, bang, bang
(Click here to view and print Luke's one-minute-in-time poems.)
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